Here's the story: I went to Boston Market this afternoon to pick up some mac and cheez for lunch. I go up to the counter, and after waiting my turn, I order my stuff. But this old(ish, 60's) lady in pretty fancy clothing (read: rich) comes up and starts interrupting my order, insisting she be served. I guess I was too nervous to tell her I tell her I was still finishing my order (I need to grow a pair of balls, seriously). I complete my order with a feeling of shy disgust at this woman as she starts berating the workers at the counter. "I'm in a hurry!!!", she shouts.

"I want a whole meatloaf, and DON'T CUT IT!!!", the evil bitch said. I was just looking away, and she berates the man fixing her food by yelling "I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUT IT!!!". She yells at him, "Don't you speak English???!!!" (now she's betrating him because he's one of those "brown people"), and the manager (who was working on my order, and coincidentally was Latino, but spoke perfect English), said "He speaks English", and she then demands to know why HER order isn't being taken care of, WHILE MINE IS STILL BEING FUCKING TAKEN CARE OF. This is when I should've said something, because she was infringing on my order, and this evil whore thinks she should be the center of the universe. She mentions several times of the supposed poor service in all her bitching glory. She orders the guy to get her other food like the shift supervisor at a Jakarta seamery. She's not pulling back punches, she WANTS her fucking food, and she'll squeeze it out of these poor souls (along with their dignity) by any means necessary.

She then mouths off "I WANT A SIDE OF THIS!!!", and then mumbles to herself about the supposed poor service (that she brought on herself), and asks the manager, "Who's the manager here?". The guy says "I'm the manager". She asks "Who's the owner?!" The manager says "the McDonald's across the driveway." She then goes off on a rant about how she should have gone to the one in Bloomington, and meanwhile I'm just cussing at this evil bitch under my breath.

The poor guy's ringing up my order, and I secretly say to him, "I know how it is, I used to work at a convenience store." but I guess this evil woman interprets it as an excuse to ask me "Isn't the service here just terrible???" And with a straight face, without looking at her, I say "Ma'am, I think the service here is just fine."

As I walk away to fill up my pop, she keeps slave-driving the workers at the counter. As I walk to the exit door, I give her the ol' one finger salute.

I mean lady, this isn't the fucking Jetsons, where you can press a fucking button and your food comes out. Life doesn't work like that. I used to work at a preschool, and there were four year-olds who had more courtesy than you, because they could say "please" and "thank you", you FUCKING MONSTER.

I have no doubt in my mind that this evil, entitled bitch was a Freeper-type. She was probably rich, no doubt. People like this are what's wrong with our country today. They take what they have for granted. They think it's OK to berate people on a lower level than them, because they think it's their privelige. They drive their big mother-fucking SUV's and gobble up gas, while berating the workers at McDonald's, or Boston Market, or Subway, while spouting their support for Bush and his war on every other occasion. These people make me sick. They will be the death of our country.

meatloaf. When I was just out of high school I was the night shift mgr for a McDonalds. People think they can come in there and talk like the workers anyway they want. More than once I told people they could make hamburgers at home and that they were not welcome in the store again. This usually made them threaten to sue me. I offered the phone book attached to the pay phone outside to look up attorneys.

This woman walks up to the customer service desk and they told her there were a few people in front of her and it would be about 10 minutes. She yells that she's in a hurry and needs to talk to someone NOW! The customer service person politely told her she would need to take a seat and they would be with her in just a few minutes. I was next in line so as I was talking to the customer service person the lady walks up beside me and DEMANDS to see a manager. I turned to her and politely said "ma'am, it's my turn now, would you please sit down so I can finish my business? They told you it would be just a few minutes." She immediately starts yelling at the top of her lungs to the only two customer service people working so I calmly turned back to her and said, "Oh, and you might want to leave that attitude with that cheap outfit because nobody wants that shit either!" The two customer service people started laughing and the woman walked out.

It was on September 11th. THE September 11th. I needed to get away from the TV and get some food and wine for dinner that night. I walked to our local Whole Foods-ish store (now a Trader Joes). I standing in line behind this OBNOXIOUS queen. He was tearing the (cute) checkout boy a new one. He was PISSED OFF about the music that they were playing over the PA. (it was upbeat pop/dance music and it wasn't very loud) Her Royal Pain-in-the-assness was yelling, flinging her arms (and cheap QVC jewelry) around going on and on how his shopping experience was "ruined" and how his would "never set foot (in his cheap knock off shoes) in this store again"!!

Just before I knocked him upside his shitty bleach job with a loaf o' bread, I chimed in REAL loud "Yeah that stuff in New York today PALES with YOUR problems." Miss Thang just GLARED at me and I not to be out done GLAAAAAAARRRRRED right back.

I hate injustice and selfishness. I would tell all those SOB's off in a heartbeat and I don't hesitate to tell off another customer if I feel that they are abusive. Me and my mouth I admire people who can take it.

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